Lord Edward Beaumont, wearing a black leather bodysuit ablack leather mask and thigh-high boots was really laying into her today.The crotch of his bod...suit was unlaced and he was sporting a huge erectionwhich Cecelia could only see if she twisted her neck painfully to one side.But she wanted to see it badly. She was wet and aching, the pain from thewhip was delicious and she was peaking, she wanted release; but only whenher master decided she could have it.Lord Edward dropped the whip after. "The way shegets around, she's probably had bunches of STDs, and maybe even anabortion or two!"Tommi ignored the biting comments, lest she add some impoliteness ofher own. Instead, she noted that Erica was still standing uneasily."C'mon, Erica," Tommi prompted, "have a seat." She scooted up her bed,making room for Erica to sit.Erica visibly stiffened. She glanced around, and realized thateveryone was staring at her. Bowing to the inevitable, she sat on theedge of the Tommi's bed. It was. Peter trembled in anticipation, propping himself up on his elbow to gaze hungrilydown the length of his aunt's prone body, his attention finally focusing on theforbidden dark crack of her defensively clenched ass-cheeks. His hand movedhesitantly to her thighs just below the clefts of her buttocks, and he began to strokesoftly up between them, running his middle finger up the already lewdly moistenedslit of her cunt to spread the flowing cuntal juices back over the forbidden little. When she took her chair she said, "I enjoy sitting out here; the view of the orchard and flowers in the backyard is peaceful. There's nothing visible that hints of anyone else living anywhere nearby. Can you imagine that we are all alone?"I looked at the view and she was right. The slope of a large wooded hill began at the far end of the orchard and garden and gave the impression that civilization ended at her back fence. "I could believe we were far away from anyone when I sit here. You have a.